Apocalyptic Extraordinary Convoy, I'm really not weird!

What will be played in the first round of Chapter 78?

Lin Wei was silent for a few seconds before speaking, her voice as calm as ever:

"I've been walked through by those 'tourists' far too many times."

She spread her hands, three stars—no further explanation needed.

Before entering the clock tower, everyone could see the few strands of gray at her temples; the lost lifespan needed to be made up for by the stars.

Li Xiaowei pursed her lips, her hand unconsciously touching her half-gray hair, and whispered:

"Me too... I need a star."

She only has two stars. If she had fewer, she wasn't sure if she could make it out alive. She even wanted more, like one more star, so she could become an Awakened One.

Chen Shou didn't mention himself, but everyone knew that he had been through the same thing more than once.

The problem is now on the table.

If it's just about selling cards, everyone's star count remains the same: Chen Shou 4, Su Ye 4, Lin Wei 3, Lao Zhao Tou 3, Li Xiaowei 2, Wu Feng 6, Wang Kui 4. Total: 26 stars.

老赵头需要4颗星才能换青春（3+1），林薇需要4颗星才能补足寿命（3+1），李晓薇需要3颗星（2+1）。

If Chen Shou wants to make up for his losses, he also needs 5 stars (4+1).

They even considered Su Ye, who had also been passed through by those 'tourists' multiple times, so he also needed 5 (4+1).

This is the gap in the five stars.

Stars don't appear out of thin air.

For every winner, there must be a loser.

Wang Kui scratched the back of his head:

"Then... shall we play a few rounds together?"

How many stars does the loser give up?

As long as the cards can be cleared...

He stopped speaking before he could finish.

Let the stars go.

Who allowed it?

Wu Feng didn't speak. He looked at the six stars on his palm, his brows furrowed tightly.

Old Zhao needs one, Lin Wei needs one, Li Xiaowei needs one, Chen Shou needs one, and Su Ye needs one too.

Five stars.

He has six in his hand.

He is willing to cooperate with internal sales to maintain the status quo; this is cooperation.

But to ask him to cede stars without compensation to make up for the losses of the other party's members is not trust, it is sacrifice.

He had no reason to sacrifice himself.

Old Zhao seemed to realize that this was a difficult question to answer, so he coughed and turned his face away.

Lin Wei silently clenched her palms and said nothing more.

Li Xiaowei lowered her head even further.

Chen Shou spoke slowly, his voice calm:

"Captain Wu, our people aren't here to make you a star."

He looked at Wu Feng:

"They are just laying out the problems we need to face."

Internal sales allow each of us to pass the level smoothly without losing any of our existing stars.

But after we pass through, some of us will walk out of that door carrying with us diminished lives and aging bodies.

He paused:

"This is our problem, not yours."

Chen Shou's words made Wu Feng's furrowed brows slowly relax, but he still didn't respond.

Su Ye lowered his eyes, looking at the four quietly floating stars in his palm. After thinking for a long time, he finally spoke:

"No need to consider the issue of handicap stars."

Several people looked at him at the same time.

Su Ye raised her head, her gaze shifting from the stars to Chen Shou's face, then sweeping over Wu Feng.

"We need to think about how to win against the stars."

Although the game appears to be random, the probability can be calculated.

Each of us has five pieces of rock, paper, and scissors, exactly equal.

This means that as soon as a game begins, even just one round, the hand structure will change.

Chen Shou's eyes flickered slightly:

"you mean……"

"Let's say I played paper in the first game and won."

Su Ye spread out the virtual light screen on his left hand, his fingertips tracing the fifteen cards.

"So I have 5 rock, 5 scissors, and 4 paper left."

The structure is no longer uniform.

He looked up:

"What if my opponent has a way of knowing what cards I have left—"

He didn't finish speaking, but everyone understood.

"Impossible, right?"

Wang Kui frowned.

"How will others know how many cards we have left?"

"But it shows our own."

Lin Wei interjected, her speech quickening.

"I believe that many people here have already formed alliances, since most of the people here seem to be from the same team."

So when we start playing, there's a good chance someone will be watching us, remembering which cards we've played, and then they can deduce what cards we have left.

"Then play a card that counters the rest of your hand."

Old Zhao gasped.

Wu Feng didn't speak. His gaze fell on the light screen in his palm, and his fingers unconsciously curled up.

He is a third-level guide.

After the rules stripped him of the power of sequence, he knew better than anyone else that some abilities cannot be taken away by the rules.

For example, judging people subconsciously.

For example, the instinctive perception of "what the other party will do next".

This isn't a sequence; it's something etched into his bones—something he's lived through the apocalypse to this day.

If he has it, others might have it too.

"So the key lies in—"

Chen Shou slowly opened his mouth,

"What you play in the first round determines the risk of revealing all your subsequent hand types."

"Not necessarily."

Su Ye didn't mean to deny it, but was simply adding:

"If you play a different card every round, and your hand is used up evenly, even if your opponent knows what you've played, it will be difficult for them to predict what your next card will be."

"But that means—"

Lin Wei calculated quickly,

"If you want to maintain the concealment of your hand structure, you must strictly follow the rhythm of 'rock, paper, scissors, each card consumed' in each round."

She paused:

In other words, in the first three rounds, you must choose rock, paper, scissors, and rock once each.

The order can be shuffled, but the types cannot be repeated.

"What happens after the third round?"

Old Zhao asked.

"After three rounds, your remaining cards are still evenly distributed."

Li Xiaowei suddenly whispered a reply.

"Four of each."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to realize that she had interrupted, and lowered her head again.

Su Ye glanced at her but didn't say anything.

Chen Shou tapped the edge of his bracelet thoughtfully:

"This idea is feasible—"

He paused:

"If we counter each other internally and play cards in fixed rounds, we can completely deplete everyone's hand of cards without exposing any structural flaws throughout the process."

"Impossible. We need to play against others first, and only after winning enough stars will we conduct internal core battles!"

Su Ye raised a crucial question.

"That·····"

Chen Shou looked at Su Ye.

Su Ye remained silent for a few seconds, then looked down at the group of survivors in the hall who had begun to whisper, probe, and even vaguely form small groups.

"What do you think?"

What would most people in this hall say first?

Lin Wei thought about it carefully:

"According to conventional thinking, in rock-paper-scissors, people instinctively prefer to choose rock."

"But of those who have survived to this day, very few still rely on instinct."

Wu Feng said.

Wang Kui scratched his head: "Then... should we play cloth?"

"Bookerstone".

Li Xiaowei whispered again.

"If the opponent thinks you will play rock, then he will play paper;

But if he thinks you'll choose paper, he'll choose scissors;

If he thinks you'll choose scissors, he'll choose rock...